"dfferent" poems
My twin sister,
but from a dfferent womp,
i never dare to call her "Cousin".
Today she finally turned 16.
Ohh Boy! Am i so happy,
but i forgot to wish her
a happy birthday.
To busy too know,
school confusing as hell,
but i know her bitterness towards
me will be sweet once again,
for she has a forgiving heart (i just pray she does)
her sweet 16
my day so tiring.
Hope i am forgiven
Happy Birthday Little sis...
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
It's a big world, yet a small one to.
So many dfferent Counties , states,
and cities, your just one life of many.
Look at the many places, faces and all the races, do you think your town is the only one with hatred?
The homeless, the hungry, the junkies and thieves, your not the only one who worries .Your one life of many.
So many unemployed people Divorces ,and Unhappy Families. Your not alone when It comes to finances.
It's a big world ,and your just one life of many.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Something feels wrong about this
About you now
24 hours can change the world
Can change everything
Twice
Three times even
I miss being stable
I miss wen things were always the same
And I never had to think about tomorrow
You were so beautful to me yesterday
And maybe you will be once I see your face again
But for now
I'm scared of the changes
I'm scared because I cannot control anything about or around me
I want everything to be the way it was when I was little
Everything was juice boxes and scraped knees and laughing
Now everything is dfferent
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
I wish everything was dfferent. That you had loved me and still did. That I didn't want to **** myself every second of the day. That my mother didn't say the wounding things she says. That my father had a backbone to tell her to stop. That you and I could talk. But everything in my life seems so...agonizingly hard.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
They always seemed to have different expressions
When one would look at their hollow faces
A sad face blushing
A nervous smile
And unto them
Was a great multitude
Of a sweet melancholy
They could not give a sign
From a cold era lost in oblivion
Would they melt as
Ice in lukewarm rain?
In their eyes
A world without end
An artificial life
A silver dusty shine of motionless skin
Without questions, answers, and end
Without original sin
They stood there lost
In dim artificial lights
They,the unspeakables
Formed without human shortcomings
Born without human faults
They always seemed to have dfferent expressions
When one would look at their hollow faces
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC